Shanghai is prosperous

Chapter 111

A relationship often begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with tears.When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling; at the end of your life, you were smiling while everyone around you was crying.When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling; at the end of your life, you were smiling while everyone around you was crying.

This period, which lasted more than a month, was extremely long and difficult for Wang Yiyuan.He felt as if he was carrying a heavy load every moment, and a suffocating pressure seemed to be everywhere.After finally reaching the "October" holiday, Wang Yiyuan, Hu Xue, and Zhou Wanqiu went to Changxing Island one day earlier.

In the morning, the three met at Wusongkou Wharf, bought tickets, and boarded the boat one by one.The passenger ship moved slowly, probably because of the early liner, there were not many people on board.Wang Yiyuan left the cabin and stood on the side of the passenger ship, gusts of river wind blew over, and there was already a deep chill.

The passenger ship turned a big bend, "chug chug", and the speed slowly picked up.This is the second time for Wang Yiyuan to take this flight.It was just the last time, because he drank a lot of wine at that time, he fell asleep in the cabin for a while, and when he woke up, the boat had almost arrived at Wusong Wharf.

On both sides of the Huangpu River, the bustling remains.On the surface of the river, hundreds of boats are vying for the current, and giant ships are crushing the river.At that time, the sun was just rising, the white clouds were billowing, and the sun shone golden, and the whole world in Wang Yiyuan's eyes suddenly looked resplendent and resplendent.

Overlooking the railing, beams of sunlight are dancing in the garden on the ripples of the river, jumping and flashing.

There are clouds in the sky, and there are dreams in the world.The waves flowing in the river, those surging golden waves, colliding with overlapping memories, revisiting old dreams year after year, seem to show the long river of time for thousands of years, and their songs like dreams journey.

The boat sailed into Wusongkou, where the Yangtze River and Huangpu River converged, and the water surface became wider.This is the place where ocean liners and Yangtze River ships must pass when entering and leaving Shanghai, and it is also an important place for Jiangfang defense. The geographical location is very dangerous.At this time, where the Huangpu River and the Yangtze River flow into the sea, you can see the water and the sky, the vast ocean, and the boundless.

On the west bank not far away, a white cylindrical reinforced concrete lighthouse, wearing a little red hat, towers into the sky, standing tenaciously in a turbulent tide, especially majestic.

Walking on the Huangpu River, a song came to Wang Yiyuan's mind involuntarily.

wandering
Thousands of miles of Taotao, the river's water never ends

wiped out the world
mixed up with a trend

happy or sad
Can't tell the difference between laughter and sadness

The new stack of hazel forest turns, and the wind blows across the river.With the embrace of Jia color, sit and chat according to the sound of the waves.The wind seemed to be getting stronger, and Wang Yiyuan couldn't help wrapping himself in the slightly thin clothes several times.

There are groups of seagulls flying freely through the gorgeous red clouds, and swaying across the water and sky.There are also seagulls floating leisurely on the water, rippling with the waves.Their whiteness and vigor, with a brilliance of beauty and strength, add vitality to the vast sea and sky.

A silver seagull swooped down from the clouds like lightning from the west, hissing loudly and stubbornly.The moment it approached the water surface, the seagull suddenly floated down like a feather, and immediately rose into the air again.Wang Yiyuan saw that the seagull was struggling to hold a large fish in its mouth.

Wang Yiyuan lost his mind for a while, looking at the somewhat turbid and close-in Yangtze River water, the ebb and flow of the tide seems to record the vicissitudes of history, shaking off the rolling turbid waves, and the waves move forward.

The boat continued to drive forward, and the beautiful scenery along the way quickly retreated.The boat was getting closer and closer to the sea, and the salty sea breeze was blowing gently, which touched Wang Yiyuan's clothes and raised the ends of his hair.

Wang Yiyuan let the sea breeze blow on his face, brushing away the impetuousness in his heart, and smoothing the ups and downs of his heart. Only the traces of his thoughts were floating with the wind, drifting towards the boundless sea.

Many years later, Wang Yiyuan saw a poem by chance, and he thought of this trip again.The poem says,
Looking at the glory and prosperity of the city, villages and fields, sea and clouds,

O sea breeze, the sea breeze blows my skirt.

(End of this chapter)